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Mariam Akorede Student @ Adekunle Ajasin university Akungba
Ibadan, Nigeria
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In Literature, Writing and Blogging 3 min read
Ice and fire
<p>Chapter Eight</p> <p> The First Meeting</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>The world held its breath.</p><p><br></p><p>As if it, too, knew what was about to happen.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>They met in the ruins of Kareth—a dead city lost between frost and flame, scorched in an ancient war and frozen in an older curse. Neither fire nor ice ruled here. Only memory.</p><p><br></p><p>Seren arrived first. Her boots crunched over ash-covered stone. Flames curled at her fingertips, unbidden but no longer wild. Her heart beat loud in her ears.</p><p><br></p><p>She didn’t know what Kaelara would look like.</p><p><br></p><p>But she knew how she’d feel.</p><p><br></p><p>And then, across the square, she saw her.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>---</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara stepped through the mists like a ghost. Pale-cloaked. Graceful. Silent as snowfall. Her breath misted in the air, but her expression was warm.</p><p><br></p><p>Their eyes met.</p><p><br></p><p>And for a long, long moment…</p><p><br></p><p>…they just stood there.</p><p><br></p><p>The prophecy stirred between them like a storm in waiting. Destiny roared just behind the horizon. But neither spoke of it.</p><p><br></p><p>They only stared.</p><p><br></p><p>Two mirrors.</p><p><br></p><p>Two strangers.</p><p><br></p><p>Two halves of the same heart.</p><p><br></p><p>Then Seren took a step forward, hand trembling.</p><p><br></p><p>“I… thought you’d hate me,” she said.</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara blinked. “Why?”</p><p><br></p><p>“Because I was the one they kept. The one who had warmth.”</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara shook her head. “You were alone too.”</p><p><br></p><p>Another pause. Then Kaelara stepped closer.</p><p><br></p><p>Seren looked down at her hands. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to be someone’s sister.”</p><p><br></p><p>Kaelara reached out, hesitantly. Touched her hand.</p><p><br></p><p>“You don’t have to know. You just have to try.”</p><p><br></p><p>And the moment they touched—</p><p><br></p><p>A pulse.</p><p><br></p><p>A wave of magic burst through the ruins, spiraling upward into the sky. Frost and flame didn’t clash. They danced—swirling in balance for the first time in centuries.</p><p><br></p><p>The Hollow Flame screamed from its prison.</p><p><br></p><p>They were together now.</p><p><br></p><p>And that changed everything.</p>

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